Valentine’s Day Can Be Dangerous

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When I was around 6 or 7 years old and in elementary school, it was a custom to bring Valentine’s Day cards to school for all the classmates. At the time, I lived with my Aunt and Uncle and my two older female cousins who volunteered to help me accomplish the task of getting the cards and writing them out but I had one single problem. I had to have a very special card for a girl who I saw on the school bus every day we had school. She was gorgeous! Long blond hair, huge blue eyes and always wore those pretty fluffy dresses that were slightly below her knees and long socks that made her stand out among all the other girls. I was in love but alas, she didn’t know it so I figured that if I gave her a special Valentine’s Day card, she would finally notice me. As I wrote, my cousins helped me with all the cards and yes, they purchased a very special card for the love of my life and they even gave me some tips on how to give the girl the card. Valentine’s Day morning, armed with all my cards for the class and that extra special one, I got on the school bus and saw my love sitting all by herself. I took a huge breath and gulped down the saliva building up in my mouth and boldly went down the aisle and sat right down next to her. After a moment I got up the courage to smile and say hello whilst reaching for her card and presenting it to her. I probably gasped when she took it from my hand for now it was time for her to read those infamous words of adoration: “Would You Be My Valentine? She slowly opened up the envelope and read each word. She didn’t read it out loud but her lips were moving so I could tell she read it. When she mouthed the last word, she then slowly put the card down on her lap and reached for her little pink purse, drew out a pencil from it and Stabbed Me In The Leg With It!! Needless to write that with my ego totally deflated, I moved,quickly, with the pencil still in my leg, to another seat. To this day, when I look at that small dot of a tattoo on my leg, I still can’t figure out what hurt worse; my heart breaking into a million pieces or that pencil sticking out of my leg. Just a bit of advice to tell our young ones: Teach the girls that pencils are for writing with and boys shouldn’t give girls any reason to use them for anything else.